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Hal: “Hey, Spooky, you there?”
Bruce: “What do you want?”
Hal: “Damn, that’s how you talk to your boyfriend?”
Bruce: “You’re late and I don’t like you being late.”
Hal: “Oh, you gotta get laid.”
Bruce: “You’re failing as my boyfriend in more than one category then.”
Hal: “Look, I got more then a couple million light-years of a sector to patrol, and you got a few dirty streets; but, I am here now.”
Bruce: “Fine; let’s go.”
Hal: “I was going, even if I couldn't find you.”
Bruce: “Sure Hal, whatever you say.”
Hal: “Wish you wouldn't say it like that because it would actually sound hot if you actually meant it.”
Bruce: “Hmm.”
Hal: “What?”
Bruce: “I was thinking; something you obviously don’t do enough.”
Hal: “HA HA HA, funny; C'Mon, I’m starving.”
Bruce: “I’m driving.”
Hal: “Lead the way hot-stuff.”
Bruce: ….